Melanie and I had talked about getting together yesterday, but there was shopping to do, so we put it off until today.

First Mom and I went to Target, but we accidentally went to a different Target than we usually do. I never understood where my terrible sense of direction came from until a few years ago when Mom let it drop that she has a bad sense of direction herself. It's not as though she ever hid it, but I just assumed, since she would sometimes use words like "north" and "east" that she knew where she was going.

Well, getting lost on the way to the Target that we have been to a hundred times certainly made it clear that it's a family failing. At least she didn't end up on 1 & 9.

So we went to the wrong Target, which didn't have any Cherokee sports bras, then we went to the right Target, which also didn't have any Cherokee sports bras. Where the hell are the Cherokee sports bras? They are my favourite bras, they come in pretty colours, they are lined, they were not there. Every other Cherokee product imaginable was there, though--other bras, shirts, long underwear, the world, just no damn sports bras.

And the sports bras that they did have came in a dazzling array, any colour you want as long as you want black, white or grey.

I did get a really cute sleeveless top that was on sale, two pairs of piggy socks for my mom, and officially the most annoying gift ever in the history of the world for Melanie's son, Donald. Last year I got him the Kung Fu Hamster. This is much worse. I hope he'll like it, but I know that Melanie will hate it.

Then we went to church to make our confession before Christmas. I got Father Gallagher, and opened the curtain, as I always do, so it was funny confessing face-to-face with a priest whom I have known my whole life.

He said an interesting thing. He said that I have a talent, and that it is my responsibility to use it to teach and uplift people, not to degrade them. I don't think that I have done anything degrading with my talent, but his point is that God gives us these gifts, and it is up to us to live up to them, and to use them wisely.

Then we shopped some more, going to Century City, which is now named Westfield Shoppingtown! Westfield Shoppingtown, for heaven's sake!! What an appalling name. Other than that, it's exactly the same, but for the disappearance of Crate and Barrel, which meant that we didn't get a new ornament this year.

Mom and I had decided that I had enough underwear, so she wasn't going to get me my traditional Victoria's Secret Underwear, but when we looked, the patterns this year were so cute that she agreed that I was exactly five pair of underwear short in terms of having enough.

I got her a few more presents, bubblebath and books and things, which means that I am basically done except for Molly, Bonnie and Rita's baby, Vivian. But other than that, and the tree, we're all set for Christmas!

Herman, my at least 30 year old box turtle.

Today's horoscope:
Right now, your work has never been easier. The end is already justifying the means. Now that you have the moral edge, stop worrying and start celebrating. Your halo is in place.

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